Let's burn the evil roots!
Let their dust be gone with the wind!
No, we should keep them for the generations!
It's bullshit, old man!
No, listen!
We shall keep them locked in a chest!
All right, so be it!
But remember!
We will be sorry!

Once the darkest age was broken
and little flash of hope lights through the suffered minds.
Then we believed that old times are dead and gone.
No more bitter tears and wasted lives...
...but we were wrong.

Hey, look at this!
The lock is broken!

Stupid laws restrict our power,
selfish trusts exploit us all.
Gold is god, the men are victims,
the evil roots are back, beware!

Demons of past times're here to steal our dreams.
Demented old men're trying to teach us
how to manage our world within.
Leaches of the evil seed are creeping,
eating up the leaves
of our trees those we create,
filling up our souls with hate.

Future is obscured
by the clouds of unexpected doom,
our darkened eyes, staring at horizon don't see hope.
The end is near
for the oldest nation in all history.
There are just trivial remains of old glory.

Stupid faces got the power,
poisoned foods disease us all.
Kids are crying, nation's dying.
The evil roots have grown old.

And they are as dangerous as they were.

Years earlier ...
A wise man tries to convince others that the so-called "Revolution" is just one play.
Nobody believes him.
Unfortunately...

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